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Sunday Morning Coming Down - Carl Wilson
I woke up sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt

And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad

So I had one more for dessert

Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt

Then I washed my face and combed my hair
Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking

But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he been kicking

Then I walked across the street
And caught the sunday smell of someone frying chicken

And lord it took me back to something that I'd
Lost somewhere somehow along the way

On a sunday morning sidewalk

I'm wishing lord I wish stoned

'Cause there's something in a sunday

That makes a body feel alone

And there's nothing short a' dying

That's half as lone some as the sound

Of the sleeping city sidewalk

And sunday morning coming down

In the park I saw a daddy

With a laughing little girl and given swinging

And I stopped beside a sunday school

And listened to the songs have they were singing

Then I headed down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing

And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On a sunday morning sidewalk

I'm wishing lord that I was stoned

'Cause there's something in a sunday

Like makes a body feel alone

And there's nothing short a' dying

That's half as lonesome as the sound

Of the sleeping city sidewalk

And sunday morning coming down